9.14.2010

[x]1%.

restless, yet exhausted
i'm a mess in prospect of your sway
there's panic in this malaise
the walls are closing in now
our time is running out
and when i finally escape to your prison
i still bear your 1%
terrified and wondering
are you still holding mine?
i am no longer able
to circumvent reality with distraction
i am scared
i am so scared
of meeting your eyes
and succumbing to the sheer gravity of us